Wormwood, Gentleman Corpse: Calamari Rising by Ben Templesmith is a four-issue miniseries starring the wise-cracking Wormwood, a trans-dimensional demigod residing within the rotting body of a black-suited gentleman, hence the title 'Gentleman Corpse', Phoebe, Wormwood's bodyguard of the Gamelei collective, and Pendulum, Wormwood's android companion, as they faced an all-out seafood invasion of Earth and the absorption and slaughter of all sentient life on the planet.
Exactly what is it that places squids as one of the most grotesque inspiration for horror everywhere? Is it the fact that it should be regarded as blasphemous to grow something as a beard of rubbery tentacles? It'd seem most likely, considering as people are concerned the horrifying things they'd do to pleasure themselves with said invertebrate. From the artwork depicted above alone, the trained eye of observation could easily make out the perverse nature of Templesmith's tale here, perhaps surpassing that of Lovecraft, who wouldn't have bore such an audacity, not to mention the level of imagination, as to conceive the idea of a metal suit fueled only by the brainwaves of Einstein's baby clones? Einstein probably wasn't born then, so he'd probably be left a narrower range of choices to choose from.
Riddled throughout with disturbing, not to mention offensive, references, it's a cataclysmic fight for the survival of mankind and beer and women and all that against the things you'd normally find well done on a dish, and like all cataclysmic fights for the survival of such, good always triumphs over evil.
Sort of.